WEIRD BUT LUCRATIVE FASHIONI was changing channel in television my eyes with speed of lightning got a peek of fashion ramp walk. IDEA !I am gonna pen down about wacky but innovative fashion shows.I love women who effortlessly style with elegance.Elders in our family usually say What a person chooses to wear reflects his or her personality.Those days fashion varied according to age, occupation, class,even when older people wear young people fashion it looked ridiculous.But today advancements and new technologies in fashion industry is shaping and trending current lifestyle.It's jump the gun feel.Fashion show is a tool to express how a designer carves his creativity garment into relatable harmony for viewers.

Frill and lacy frocks with eye captivating looks makes a root to stylish and mystery culture.I was deeply pondering current status of world fashion rotating as kaleidoscopic.Fashion designer toils and snares along with essence of creative skill to wizard in theland of passion with fascination towards fashion.They communicate to the world withextensive works and travel.Clothing,Illustrating,Predicting,Woven,Marketing,CAD,are key skills to collaborate with their top notch. Fabric out of milk,tea, coffee beans,plastic bags,beer bottles are made. FASHIONS ARE WEIRD TO PEOPLE BUT WADE TO DESIGNERSFASHIONS ARE WACKY BUT THEY SMACK IT WITH INNOVATION.I could visualize fashion innovations of a designer with their failures which makes entiredream to screech halt.So, being a designer is a act of risk taking along with mistakesultimately leading to fortunate success. Weird and wacky dresses in shows are to getinspired and wonder about the designer's odd vision towards his or her pave of frustrations.Fashion is only industry giving royal looks to minute dots and even thatminute dots shows its glamour to whole work piece.BE INNOVATIVE TO BE A FASHIONISTA.I am writing this for #BLOG&WIN contest by Novemberschild.

THE DEATH OF MAYAOn the morning of July 22, an old man with his wife complained to managerof hotel that "When he turned the tap on water was coming black for two seconds and then back to its normal."Also he mentioned that water tasted horriblefrom his check in day to now."We thought it was just the way usedto be here but today "It was disgusting and nauseating taste".Themanager immediately apologized for discomforting elderly people.A hotel employee and scavenger climbed to roof of hotel's water tank to find out what has made water impure.But they collapsed after seeing decomposed body of MAYA.Her parents have already complained police about MAYA who is not back from college for past three days.Her last phone call was with her mother saying that she will be late tonight as she is attending her friend Dhanya's birthday party.After her autopsy her death was reported as murder.After hearing traumatic news her parents couldn't breathe they cried emotionally.Police investigated victim parents regarding her death.Maya's fatherwith starving pain told "that two days back her friend Manish committed suicide drinking poison.He also attended birthday party with my daughter.I saw photo on his Facebook page the day before his death. I personally went to him to enquire about my daughter but he was trembling to face me.On same day he committed suicide."Maya's mother remembered her daughter's complaint to her about Manish pestering Maya to love and she ignored it.Finally,Postmortem examination of Maya reported that she was given poisoned juice also she suffered from cuts and slashes with knife brutally thrown into water tank. This story reveals about the present situation of our country which trends on murdering girls who believes friendship with guys.

Here comes the day for SANTA PAPA SANTA PAPA on 25th December Sunday.
It's a huge maazaa for all Professionals,Students,employees out there
We people love Sundays. That to festive Sunday. Day of the week in which we
people have all fun,bombarding hiccups and kick ups,Outings to get Outfits,
Spa to get rid of Spasm,Brunch with besties,Shopaholic,bookaholic,chocoholic to alcoholic
Theaters to treats,Moving to Pubs as Cubs to glance Chicks,Beaches without Breaches
Parks with Perks,Meticulous malls for enjoyment these modes in full status.
Every festivals have lotsa dhoom and mazaq on that particular week but on that
festive day no one comes out to rejoice.Same with christmas this year for me wherever
I turn around my head as robot I could stare only Christmas Trees ,Cakes,
Santa Claus mannequin welcoming everyone 🎄at malls,shops.
All bakeries are filled up like fruit flies in fruits.Audios of same jingle
bells,white Christmas,carnival ride.Uff I was little fed up and loved it any way
so I took out my mobile and here comes the same Santa Papa odor all DP's in whatsapp,
facebook insta alll..Sending forward messages with christmas and New Years eve.Lastly
the lines stagnantly I m the first to wish you New year eve.What is your resolutions??
Really it's a Thug Life.But I love Christmas for these

ḤOLDING ḤǠṆḌṢ👏

The Day when I made my family to have a pliable smile and joy on their faces was

my first cry to breathe in this sphere.My mother unselfishly transferred me to mygrandmother to initiate and raise me up.My mushy body got comforted on hermoderately warmth physique. I could hear her lovey-dovey heart beat for me,such a feel is ineffable to experience.My cutie fingers cuddled on her fluffy hands. At such times I madly cry for Time machine .Very soon I was accelerated by my granny to a adult. Being an Adult is not as easy as getting a right key to a lock. This is the phase of life in which you get easily adulterated. Life is as fast as bullet train that one day we have to get down in a stop to see how far we have reached our destination..I was surrounded by my granny the noblewoman with lively and lion hearted who gives a kangaroo kick to all her hurdles in life.She always kept her standards and pride at the height of her own horizon.I have never met a lady with easy past who has etched my heart by piling up with these words " IF YOU GET TRAP YOU MUST ,WARP AND SHARP ACCORDINGLY TO LEAD A HARP LIFE"

INCIDENT ENDS WITH ACCIDENTS

I habitually sit in between her shin and we have a long conversations and gossips. I don't know if there is any paradise seat to cozy me like my granny's shin bone.

Disastrously one day when I got up I blew up her chin with my head Alas!she lost a tooth. Pain that we create acci-(dental)ly to our jaanu is like sugarcane in a juice extractor .What have I done to my oberon?? I need Time machine arrogantly On Mondays and Thursdays evening she pulls me to give a gentle MALISH and interlaces my hair with neat braid. When her fingers ploughs roots of my hair I whim like eternal love up. When I was a toddler I used to pee on my granny's tummy because she had post baby belly after giving birth two girls and two boys. She often pokes me saying it was me who made her tummy salty with white patches.I really don't know why my neurons navigated me to her belly to pee. That's why I badly cry for Time Machine.Getting old is an odd feeling for elders. One's own agony and distress is always ignored by unfamiliar ones sometimes ignored by our loved ones.As her toenails get patched up with skin I used to soak her feet in water for minutes so that her nails suck to pulp.As people get older they start to behave babyish with loads and tonnes of freak and quikyness which these times leads them to old age homes My beau granny used to sleep with a comb at night to scratch on her dermis where mosquitoes would mark their lipsing to suck her sweet blood.Being sweet to the society with sweet blood

attracts diabolic which leads diabetes.Yes she was a diabetic patient I was theone who made her days painful by injecting Insulin to her.She got so many blood clots in her arms and thighs for the injection. During my college I receiveda call that she was falling ill and wanna see me.Those were my study holidays I ranto see her. I blackout when I saw her on bed with intravenous fluid.The lady who was bold and courageous now lying poorly on death bed.Is this the samelady who roared and raised voice during her tedious times unmindful of relationsand society ? Her soul passed away but her hands were right into my hands holding tightly.My AMMA with charismatic and elegance will never fade away.She has pierced my heart with her powerful and ingenious works and herstiff times as a lesson.I pitifully need Time machine.

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